I saw a flag the wind had tattered,
No one to care or think it mattered!
Windtorn and faded stripes were flapping,
Pale stars upon pale blue were napping
I wondered if a bugle blowing,
Would rouse our country to bestowing...
Upon our flag more true devotion,
And stir our hearts with real emotion!
Forgotten there, so bravely flying.
A symbol worn but never dying
A challenge to a nation sleeping,
A loyal sentry, Watch is keeping!
Edna R. Zunino
Happy July 4th - POTLATCH
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